Greg Jensen reached out his hand and started to massage Louisa Burley's leg.
Only after he touched her did he realize that Louisa Burley was even thinner than she looked; her delicate thigh could just be encircled by his two large hands.
She was also wearing a pair of jeans today, the fabric very thin, soft in his grasp, and very tactile.
Moreover, as the two were almost pressed together, the faint fragrance emanating from Louisa Burley enveloped his breath, making Greg Jensen feel restless inside, as though his heart was filled with an effervescent eagerness.
Louisa Burley, feeling the warmth and roughness on her leg, couldn't help but feel a strange sensation herself; her breathing became heavier.
"Brother Greg, I think I'm okay now."
"Hm?"
Louisa Burley's voice was as tiny as a mosquito's, and Greg Jensen hadn't quite heard her. When he looked up and saw her face, blushing like a blooming flower, he instantly realized and abruptly released his hand in a panic.
